Zentai cho cho

They are sitting in the kitchen

At a table

Covered in old magazines

She is having fun making collages

He makes coffee and looks at her assemblage

He likes seeing her in blouse and pantyhose

He lounges in t-shirt and boxers

He waters the cacti on the window ledge

Returns to the table and picks up the scissors

And begins to cut off the buttons on her blouse

Arousing her nipples with the touch

Of cold steel

She stands

He kneels

And carefully he cuts

A slit

A chasm

Into her pantyhose

She places her hands on the back of his head

And propels it forward

His nose nuzzles

Before his inquisitive tongue searches

She wonders

When it will be her turn

To cut